~Roman~
“I’ll ask again, Andrya,” I said, removing the necktie - which Viviana happily chose for me - and suit jacket, draping it languidly on the wooden chair pushed on one corner of the cell. “What are you doing here in Las Mencía?”
Warden and Mateo, together with a few recruits patrolling the skirts of Guadalquivir, found Andrya slipping into a yacht in the middle of the night. He was alone. The boatman, who was also captured by my men, knew nothing about this man except that he paid in cash. All he gave us is that Andrya is a tourist who wanted some alone time cruise.
The boat man’s story checks out but we need to make sure he keeps his mouth shut after seeing the real face of the Outlaws MC. Words of witnessing how Andrya injured two recruits while aiming to escape are
~Roman~ I stood up, grabbing the leather jacket and duffle bag I always had with me in my car. “All the more she needs to learn her place. I’m with Viviana and if that will hinder her from fulfilling her obligations to the family, then we should cut her loose.” Detesting Lena for being unprofessional was out of the question. That line became blurry the moment I slept with her. There’s nothing I can do about that now. I am aware of how important Lena is to the family. She had done so much for us, and she had a particular set of skills that most of us couldn’t do. Being a seductress, she gets information none of us could get. That woman is made to seduce a man, and she’s fucking doing an exceptional job at that. Only, she also used those skills on me. “Did Viviana actu
~Roman~Since Detective Gutierrez was in charge of the murder case, he wasn’t able to leave the crime scene immediately. I was pacing back and forth in my office at the Outlaws Tavern, unsettled by what I learned from the crime scene.Mateo was with the crew, patrolling the skirts of town, while Nico was finishing his work with Andrya’s phone. There was this unsettling stir in my guts that tells me Victoria’s death is connected to Andrya’s appearance.“We don’t know if this is even true, Roman,” Nico said, reaching for the cup of coffee beside his computer. “Would you please calm the fuck down?”It had been years, and this town was free from the claws of the mafia. Last I checked, the Galician clans were still operati
~Viviana~Roman’s calculated movement turned ravenous in the blink of an eye. I gasped loudly as he kneaded my breast, one hand sliding down my front, cupping my sex over the fabric of my satin shorts.I jerked backward when he landed smack on my mound, eyes wide and gasping for air.Roman groaned. My movement resulted in my ass pressed against his solid bulge. His lips ghosted my ears as he asked, “Was it too much?”My mouth was suddenly parched, finding it hard to produce any word, so I shook my head in response. Neil and I had done spanking a few times. All of it was out of his need to control the sexual part of our relationship, but I didn’t like any part of it. I felt abused and used every time he’d slap my behind, but with Roman&hellip
~Roman~I don’t know how much more convincing Viviana needed to believe my words. If only she knew, she’s the first woman who ever affected me the way she does. If only she can read my thoughts, these doubts in her head will surely evaporate into thin air.Biting a smile down, her stormy eyes met mine. “Really?”I nodded, keeping the stirring on my lower region under control. In this position, the heat radiating from her was directly above my raging hard-on. It would a bitch to take a cold shower after the moment we had in the kitchen, but if that would prove my point, then so be it.I’ve taken a hundred cold showers with just the thought of her, anyway. At least I’ll still be sleeping beside her tonight, that is, if she doesn’t
~Viviana~Sometime in my sweet slumber, I woke up with the need of relieving my bladder. Still half asleep, I admired Roman’s body while he was lying on his back. The soft light of the night sipped through the open windows gleamed his immaculate body.Unlike him, I’m not that confident in my skin. Even alone, I always sleep with clothes on. Seeing our discarded clothes on the floor, I picked everything up and chose to wear Roman’s shirt over my panties. While I was setting his clothes above his bag, I felt something on the bottom of his duffle bag when I moved it further in the middle of the table.Fully awake now, I pressed my hand under the bag, biting my lip as I hesitated about what to do.Since mom and I were always alone, Dad made sure that I knew
~Viviana~Seated facing one another, we occupied a corner booth of Sweet Bits. Magdalenas, Ensaïmada de Mallorca, Bocadillo de queso, Empanadas, and my all-time favorite, Churros, were served on our table paired with iced mocha for me and black coffee for Roman.A few customers were eyeing the displayed treats by the counter while Juan helped Maya, who shooed me away when I tried to lend a hand.“Do you always carry a gun with you?” I asked, grabbing one empanada, taking a bite. My voice was low enough so that only Roman could hear me.Due to his height and long legs, his knee kept brushing against mine. It doesn’t matter where we are. As long as I’m with him, his presence seems to make every room look smaller.
~Roman~Lena’s words linger in my head like a virus waiting for my defenses to weaken and attack me right when I’m unprepared.This led me to show Viviana my gun; it was a test of her open-mindedness on how she would react knowing I own one.And again, she surprised me with her knowledge about guns. That was something Nico didn’t have in her background, and so was the fact that her father taught her how to use them and more.Although the risk of her keeping me at arm’s length was high, I was willing to take chances instead of leaving her in the dark. So I ended up giving her a hint about the Outlaws. It seems only fair to her to know everything about me. The life I have as the leader of a vigilante group; the danger of fighting off the criminals o
~Roman~The last time I saw Romero was on his wedding day. I went with Abuela and on behalf of Abuelo José. I still remember that day perfectly in my head. The most beautiful woman of her generation, Isabelle Santillan, wore a mourning face on her wedding day. That’s how much she detested to wed this man.I wonder what happened to her. The last news I heard of her was that she moved to London the day after her wedding. This man is known for being a womanizer. I’m no saint, but this man is ten times worse.“Mayor,” I kept my voice leveled, “how have you been?”His midnight black eyes bored holes into mine while he flashed me his politician’s practiced smile, the kind that fooled the people of Las Mencía. “I&rsq